I can understand someone not liking the voice or the songs.

And all that we built, and all that we breathed And all that we spilled or pulled up like weeds Is piled up in back and it burns irrevocably And we spoke up in turns 'til the silence crept over me.

It broke my heart when I learned the moon had been passing the sun’s light off as its own.

I wasn't interested in writing music that wasn't beautiful for me to listen to.

I can understand someone not liking the voice or the songs.

I have a recording that I did of instrumental songs.

The way that words fit together is always interesting to me. I love words.